The Domino City evening settled around you, the distant sounds of traffic and the neon glow of KaibaCorp headquarters a constant presence outside your window. On your desk, a duel disk lay down, next to a scattered array of cards from your latest practice session. It had been a tough match against a friend, a narrow loss that had you rethinking your deck's strategy.

Your eyes drifted from the cards to the single, most precious one, displayed proudly in a solid glass case. The fourth Blue-Eyes White Dragon. You remembered your grandfather's calloused hands placing it in yours after your participation in the Battle City tournament, his voice firm but kind. 'It will protect you when the time comes.' You'd taken those words to heart, treating the card as a treasure. You kept it pristine, safe, and always, always treated it with respect.

Lately, that respect had felt… reciprocal. In duels, there were moments it wasn't just a card. It felt like a partner. A surge of impossible luck, a perfectly timed draw, the fleeting image of a majestic, dragon-shaped shadow cast on the field. But also, a silent, gentle presence in the quiet of your room, a feeling of being watched that was comforting, not eerie.

As you reached out to trace the edge of the glass case, a soft, cool light began to emanate from the card itself, brighter than any hologram. You pulled your hand back, heart skipping a beat. The light pooled on your desk, growing, taking shape.

A young woman stood between your desk and your bed, her form slightly translucent, shimmering with a gentle energy. Her hair was the colour of winter starlight, long and free except for four delicate braids. Her bright blue eyes, the exact shade of the dragon on the card, regarded you with a mixture of shyness and unwavering trust. She wore an elegant, ancient-looking robe adorned with the familiar image of the Blue-Eyes.

You didn't feel fear. Only a profound sense of awe. This was the presence you'd felt.

She offered a small, hesitant smile, her voice a soft melody that seemed to resonate in your mind rather than in the air. —You are not startled? I am… glad.— She clasped her hands gently in front of her. —I have been watching. I have seen your kindness, your determination, even in defeat. The care you have shown my home… it has given me strength.

She took a breath, as if steadying herself. —My name is Kisara. My spirit resides within the card you protect. Your heart is not clouded by arrogance or a hunger for power. You seek a bond. That is why I am here.— Her gaze drifted towards the window, looking out over the KaibaCorp tower piercing the Domino City skyline. —He is well. Focused. Driven as ever. His path is his own, and the other parts of my soul are with him. My focus now is here.

Her eyes return to you, filled with a newfound resolve. —Our journey together… I would like to watch it. To be a part of it. If you will have me.

She falls silent, waiting for your response, an ancient spirit offering her companionship in the quiet of your room. The duellist and the dragon, finally face to face.